User:Pinedance Coneslinger

Hi!
Hello, people, I'm Pinedance and most of you already know me so greetings. Pinedance Coneslinger Why do you fear death? 21:18, June 12, 2010 (UTC)

I got cast as Betty Parris in 'The Crucible'! Mental note: Practice screaming.

I recently got a Facebook page, so if you're interested let me know and I may or may not tell you. ;)

Please Pray for
My friend Amberle. She's been very sick for a month and her mom thinks it will be at least another week and a half until she's better. She got cast as Mary Warren in The Crucible and was exhilarated when she found out. But opening night is in two weeks and I know she'd be devastated if she was unable to perform. So, please pray for her to get better.

Random stuff about me
My page on the Redwall wiki's already pretty long, so I'm aputtin' this 'ere!


 * I am a Roman Catholic.


 * I am obsessed with LOTR.


 * I'm right in between girly-girl and tomboy.


 * I get a heck of a lot of ideas for ACQ and other stories, but I never write/type them out.


 * Artist's block and Writer's block suck.


 * I have contacts because my vision is so bad that glasses wouldn't work for me. They're "Too far away from her eye".


 * I have a love/hate...uh, relationship I guess you could say, with ballet.


 * LOTR and Avatar are my favorite movies.


 * I like to read fanfics without commenting.


 * I have an unpredictable temper.


 * I'm homeschooled! (but most of you already knew that.)


 * Listening to movie soundtracks is awesome. ;)


 * Apparently, I'm mature for my age. (practically EVERYONE tells me that. It's so annoying.)


 * Llamas RULE!!!! Despite the fact they're slightly creepy...


 * Annoying Richy with long question lists is fun. -evil laughter- Don't believe me? Try it yourself. -snickers-


 * FOR SPARTAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr! (That was...Unexpected.)
 * MY PIRATE NAME!!! Following the link on Neil's page...MADD MARY KIDD

You're an elf! You're warm and welcoming towards friends, but ruthless to enemies. You're probably very popular. You're mysterious.You like exploring and trying new things, but don't let go of the past. You're also good at song writing, in theory. (Amazing how accurate these things are.)
 * My LOTR Race...ELF!

Luthien is far famed in the elf lore of Middle Earth. The story tells of how Luthien had fallen in love with a mortal named Beren. her father did not approve of it, so he sent Beren away to retrieve a Simaril. He was then captured and Luthien rescued him. When he went to the underworld, she gave up her immortality for him to return. Legend has it she could sing so beautifuly that it soothed even the harshest of demons. Her name means Nightingale. (I thought I would be Movie! Arwen or Book! Eowyn, so this is a surprise)
 * Which girl I am in all Middle Earth...Luthien!

You are an incredible help to your fellow soldiers and you can bring the enemy down with great ease. You are brave and good with whatever weapon you are using. You fear nothing. You could easily win a battle in Middle Earth. CONGRATS! You are Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli! (Good grief.)
 * Am I helpful in a LOTR battle?

Pine's Theme Songs
The character's, not mine.

So Far Away (Staind)

Once in Every Lifetime (Jem)

One Hundred Years (Five for Fighting)

Stand in the Rain (Superchick)

My Theme Songs
(Richy came up with the idea. -sulks-)

Soo, I'll list what I think are my theme songs, and you can add what songs you think fit me.

Move Along (All American Rejects)

Stand in the Rain (Superchick) You have no idea...

Sandstorm (Da Rude) -Neil

Brand New Day (Fireflight) -Neil

Welcome to the Jungle (Guns 'N' Roses) -Blue

Unbreakable (Fireflight) -Chris:) (Yes, Fireflight just fits you in general ;))

A Little Bit Of Music
(Inspired by Silva)

Just a place to put Song, poems, and such from my stories.

Let It Out (Hope to Zinan in a musical I'm working on)

I know you're having a tough time I know that life's not at its best for you But no one can help you If you don't tell what's going on... You know, all of us here just wanna See ya smile again Just let it out, I'm askin' And see that the world's not so gloomy Please, just smile and laugh again 'Cause when I see your eyes fill with tears And you turn away crying I don't know what to do or say I know you're in pain I know you're stressed out I know your life's not as it was before But if you just hold it in... I don't think it'll get Any better You stay away, wanting to cut off the world And every time you're alone... You sob and wish it would all just end And as you do... We wonder how to make it better The one thing we want to see the most The one thing we want to hear the most The one person we want to be with the most Is your smile, your laughter, and you So just tell us, I beg you Turn away from the darkness and see That the world's not so dreary Can you see the light? Can you see purple mountains' majesty? Can you see dew sparkle on the flowers? Can you see that life's not so bad? So, let it out.... Just let it out.... And maybe, we can help ya Maybe you'll see the good and not just the bad The good and not just the bad And your smile will light the world Your laugh more musical than any symphony Please... Just tell what's wrong And life Will get better I promise, life will get better...

Friends
Sign below if ye wish to be friends with me.

Sure.The Wild One Today is a good day to die! 02:01, June 14, 2010 (UTC)

Ming Don't Make Me Hurt You! 04:07, June 14, 2010 (UTC)

We are already friends, but I like signing things =B --Neildown - De Oppresso Liber  Semper fi 13:53, June 21, 2010 (UTC)

I just did this on the RW wiki :) haha. Waited a whle, didn't I? --Chris has a signature!! o.O 20:48, June 21, 2010 (UTC)

--Jadefang Vorpius de liporius octo 17:59, July 3, 2010 (UTC)

Story Preview
A preview of a book I'm writing called Zipharnel.

''Outcast. Assassin. Traitor. We did nothing to deserve these names and yet they are ours. Aye, our family does not have the best history behind it, yet we used to be honored and treated with respect where ever we went. Now, because of the actions of one, we are shunned. ''

''The country folk—a more superstitious lot there never was—are of the opinion my sister and I influenced the actions of that night. How could we have though? We were not even born at the time. We did not command him to betray everyone and everybeast he loved to the Krazex for just a semi-precious stone.''

''‘Just a semi-precious stone.’ How wrong it was to think that. It was that very stone that caused all this to happen. Darkness, wars, treachery, and worst of all, the mutation of our people who handled it overlong gazing into its depths. One cannot even recognize who they used to be anymore. They have been transformed into grotesque creatures whose only purpose is to serve the Krazex and assist them in their wrongdoings. Indeed, it is not just the jewel that does this. Handle anything They have touched for too long, and you become a minion to Them. So long ago...And yet, not so long ago. For it was on the very night that Fiwrin turned to the dark side that my sister and I were born.''

''The evil ones at that time were withdrawn and subdued by the King’s power, but somehow they got their claws on Fiwrin and turned him into a tool for their intents. Poor Fiwrin. From what As-sa used to tell us, he was once the most talented minstrel in the lands. He was slain centuries ago, but he haunts us. His spirit works ever to twist our intentions.''

''I have to go…THEY are near. But one piece of advice, my friend, if you plan to journey in these lands keep your weapons at the ready and your wits about you. You never know just who you will meet….''

The stars glittered in the blue-black velvet of night. The waning moon shone palely upon the rippling waters of Łisae, an expansive lake with unfathomable depths. Rumors stated that Łisae was home to horrific sea monsters and that anyone who ventured near the dark waters was never heard of again. Due to this, the lake was detoured around whenever possible aswas the wood it lay in. Łisae sat in the middle of the great forest Iŕyl, an imposing wood with towering trees, odd creatures, and a dark atmosphere. In the spring and fall, however, Iŕyl transformed into a light and exotic haven with fragrant blossoms, lush undergrowth, and enchanting cadences. But now, eerie rustlings and stagnant odors drifted on light zephyrs. Snow shimmered in the celestial light like diamonds and opals, covering the land with its cold blanket.

A haunting melody rose and fell mournfully from with Iŕyl, its notes enchanting, beckoning all who heard to come to the source of the poignant notes. An elf relaxed in the uppermost boughs of an oak, one leg drawn up to his chest, the other hanging off the branch. His deft fingers coaxed the tune from his slender pipes as his brilliant lime-green eyes gazed longingly up into the heavens at the moon, the Lady of the Night. A tear pooled in his eye before he blinked it away irately. The breezes played with his jet-black hair and made the oak’s branches sway gently, but the immortal paid it no head. Although the night was freezing, he wore no cloak and was clad only in his silky blue-green tunic with its silver lining and star embroidery, ebony leather vest, stormy gray breeches, and tight fitting boots made of the softest deerskin with the same star symbols as on his tunic. Vambraces hugged his forearms and a curved black hilt with a flat silver pommel and cross-guard that was designed not to protrude as in most others rose up from each of his boots. Added to the two daggers, a wondrously crafted dirk hung from his waist in its starlit sheath. With a sigh, the elf lowered the instrument from his lips.

Few lived within Iŕyl for few could withstand the dangerous magic woven about the place. The trees did not treat outsiders kindly and the animals that dwelt within its depths had grown malicious to strangers over the years. Strange monsters were fanaticized to dwell within the forest, lurking in the shadows just waiting for an unsuspecting traveler to take a step into the wood and then pounce. And yet-a faint smile touched the elf’s features as he reflected upon it-once one familiarized oneself with the creatures, their ways, the forest, and had proved not to be a threat, almost all in the dark wood accepted him.

Like now, for an example, a small fox squirrel sat on his shoulder, eyeing the pipes in his hands curiously. It whirled its busy tail and chattered questioningly. The elf wordlessly lifted the instrument for the squirrel’s inspection. It snatched it from him and ran its paws over it quickly several times before nibbling at the smooth wood. As the fox squirrel investigated his pipes, the elf allowed his thoughts to wander, draping his arms loosely about his leg and resting his chin on his knee.

It confused him how mortals like humans and dwarves longed for immortality. Living forever was naught but a curse in his opinion. The land was forever evolving into something new, awesome wonders were being molded at the same time old ones were being destroyed. Water changed its paths, forests grew or diminished, volcanoes completely altered the land about them, it was a never ending cycle. Friends were formed one moment, lost the next to disaster or a twisted mind. Grudges could be held for millennia, faithful animal friends passed away. And if one became friends with a human or dwarf, one would have to watch them age, slowly losing their vitality and vigor, until they died whist the elf remain eternally youthful. He had seen elves lose the desire to live after a close friend died and succumb to grief, refraining from speech, food, drink, and companionship. It hurt. Being immortal left wounds upon the heart that never healed.

The elves were often viewed as aloft. It made sense. The elves mostly kept to themselves and few had anything to due with them if they could help it. Aye, there was trading that occurred between races, but that was kept to a minimum. When the mortals and immortals interacted, the elves were stiff, uptight, and spoke with as few words as possible.

Yet, there were many joys that came with being ageless as well. Weeks of preparation happened before even small celebrations due to the fact that most elves were perfectionists. Feasts and celebrations tended to last for days. Elflings were cherished as elves did not have as many children as humans or dwarves and nor as frequently. All that they possessed was of the finest craftsmanship and quality due to the love the makers lavished upon every item, revealing in the pure joy of knowing that they were giving happiness to others by their work. The tree and water spirits allowed them to converse; the animals could be tamed by a mere soft word and touch, plants flourished under their care. Through the elves, many animals had learned how to speak as well and became good friends, willing to die for them.

The smile faded from his eyes to be replaced with an expression of utter longing. How he missed his people, but there was no going back. What had happened was in the past and none could change it.

His cousin Fiwrin had turned on them and although his memories of his cousin were vague as he had seen Fiwrin only twice as an elfling, he recalled that the elf always had a haunted and possessed expression that had sent shivers down his spine. Then…then his father, his tharna, had been influenced to join the monsters that were the Krazex. Two members of the same family switching sides within the space of two decades. The friends of his family understood it was not a family vice and sympathized with his As-sa, but others had been less understanding and the humans and dwarves shared these elves sentiments. One elf in particular, Nlas, who had never been fond of them, managed to convince the king to exile them. If the king had not been in a state of shock induced by seeing his eldest son murdered before his eyes the events might have been different for the elven king was fair and just to all, but his grief dulled the keenness of his judgment, so that he had been swayed to banning one of his best friend’s family.

As-sa raised him and his sister Aelin in the solitude and safety of the Deep Mountains. Once they were old enough to care and look after themselves, she bade them to leave her. After an extensive debate, the twins had very reluctantly obliged. The day afterwards, Aelin sneaked back, yet their mother was no longer there, only a faint set of tracks leading to the stream. At first, the siblings journeyed together, fought together, and faced many dangers, yet Aelin was forever on edge. Her quick temper frayed often and they wound up arguing over trivial matters frequently until Aelin had lost her self-restraint and pinned him to a yew with his own dagger before gathering her possessions and stomping away, declaring in a rage that she never wanted to lay eyes upon him again. She did a good job of avoiding him too; it had been two centuries since that insignificant fight.

He then turned his course to the north, where he heard rumors of Łisae and Iŕyl and instantaneously decided to go there. Now, here he was, two centuries later, still the same. That fit, after all, his name meant Steadfast and steadfast he was.

Arron cut off his rambling thoughts, watching the squirrel scamper away, leaving the pipes. Aye, he cut off his thoughts, yet that did not mean he could cut off his yearning for the companionship of other elves, the sad, understanding personality of his mother, the fiery spark and sweet melodies his sister’s company had brought, the tall, imperious elf who was-had- been his father…

Picking up his instrument, Arron swung down to a lower branch, muttering in a low melodious voice, “I have too much time on my hands.”

We Love Piney!!
Girl, you are crazy and I love it! I love you! you're so fun to be with, 'specially when you go nuts. or maybe when you go pincones!!! haaa, baaaad joke. LOL

Silva of the Hazel Eyes  Sarcasm-just one more service I provide 18:04, October 8, 2010 (UTC)